Why Would They Question Their Government Now?

To this day people still do not completely understand Charls L. Window, or what made him what he became, or what caused him to eventually do what he did. The fact that he did something as horrific, or tried to do something as horrific, as the thing you will learn of, has baffled people for generations. It wasn’t as if he annihilated in its entirety the human race. He did not eliminate, or try to eliminate all of it. In fact, some of it was a mistake. What he did happened at a time when people were getting used to being shocked. Shocking things were and had been happening for quite some time when what Charls L. Window did shocked the world, as it had never been shocked. Or at least what he tried to do. Major religious wars, children killing their parents, babies dumped in lakes, rampant divorce, more war on the horizon, fanatical Christians, radical Muslims, people not loving people anymore, and the hate after hate daily demonstrated by the human race was what really shocked people and made them lose faith. The teenage skateboarder killing his parents because they did not allow him to go cross country to compete in a competition. The guy shooting people in the church, or had that been a hundred churches by now. The daily murders in Iguania. Guns and Roses — with the guns buying the roses. Kids being sent to school in flak jackets in New York City. People throwing rocks off of overpasses and killing motorists below. All these things deeply affected the Iguanian psyche in diverse ways, causing diverse outcomes and a general perversion of the American way — were these people trying to say that human life has no value. How did they get that way?

Diary Entry

If I were a psychopath I would not tell. I’d eat and be full and not dispel the mystery across the land. There are those who would leave me—a drunken sailor, in the sand, and yet my memory tells me that this is not fair. I must get a message out from the island. The birds were sick, but no one could kill all the birds in the world. They crossed trenches.


Colonel Pot’s eyes opened wide — his iguanas trembled slightly. What was going on? He stood on the porch next to the dead man, looking in the notebook. He picked up the flash drive from the table and put it in his pocket. A tuk-tuk crossed his mind. What role had he played in all of this? At that moment, if one were watching him, they may have noticed a few strands of his hair turn gray, and these strands were significant because they were the last few ones with natural color.
He had overstayed his visit here. He had to get back to Elephant Island.
It was the neatness of the writing that bothered him. Something Thai in him told him he didn’t like it. Thais liked to see something imperfect in a job — something left out. As if things were not supposed to be completed, or it was not necessary to do so, or even as if putting in that one missing tile in a bathroom, would call an evil spirit that complained that something was done, not in the interest of having fun. It was bad karma—

All the huts were missing something, if not for a few pieces of trim, just to say that the soul was the critical element in the equation.

Pot’s iguana quivered in the hollow of his mouth as he realized that there wasn’t anything missing from Golem’s words. He had trouble mouthing the next entry to himself. A thin thread of drool ran down a corner of his lips. Beads of sweat rolled off his brow.



Diary Entry

I am a psychopath. I dream of killing and maiming men. I have come to eat of flesh and soul. You know—of this meat that I receive, I tell no one. I eat it. I have come to eat your soul, to devour your flesh until you stand and say you have had enough.



Colonel Pot here noticed a warm trickle of something at body temperature run down his pant leg and drip onto the porch. He wiggled his slippery — acidic toes. Slick and slippery. And felt ill.

Yet, only now were people starting to question their pet iguanas. They wanted to know the answer to a lot of questions. One event, amongst the many, needed an answer. That was- to what extent did the Iguanian government know about the plan for 911 and why was it ‘sort of’ allowed to happen? To Charls, 911 was a culminating event that was building up for the thirty-five years previous to the actual collapse of the towers. The terrorists had been working towards that end continually for years, but while people of other nations knew Osama Bin Laden as a household word, for some reason he never appeared in Iguanian media.